I am not even half way through this Indian Ocean journey and it is becoming exactly what its name suggests, a challenge.
I am beginning to get caught in an Indian Ocean vortex full of the worlds discarded rubbish. I am confused on which way I should go. Do I dive down beneath the current to find my own way. Mingle with the creatures desperately trying to escape the worlds plastic discards. Or, do I let myself be taken for a voyage on the “Indian Ocean Gyre” my direction determined by monsoonal winds. Moist summer winds that will carry me from the sea to land.
Do I allow this ocean to tell me its story.
I think I am lost, but then I sit down, and the words flow out.
Maybe the Ocean has already decided my fate.